Duty

For a long moment, no one moves.

"You must do your duty." Lila's horse voice cuts through the silence. She rises from between Sophia's thighs and motions for you to take her place.

Sophia, a grim look of determination on her face, spreads her legs again, the glistening slash a **** invitation.

You move between her legs and position yourself at her entrance, you rub the tip of your cock against her slit, smearing her juices and the last of Lila's saliva across the oversized head of your manhood. Her body tenses as you push forward.

She gasps as you enter her, her hands flying to your biceps, her nails digging into your skin. She's as tight now as she was the day of your impromptu wedding a week ago. You pause, giving her a moment to adjust, but she shakes her head, her jaw set in a stubborn line.

"You will proceed," she grits out, her eyes flashing with a familiar fire.

You push deeper, burying yourself to the hilt. She's so tight, her hot, wet walls a vise around your cock. You can feel every twitch, every quiver of her body. You can feel her bearing down around you, and were it not for Lila's earlier attention, you doubt you could have entered her at all.

You begin to move, your hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. With each thrust, she gasps, her body arching off the chair. Her hands move from your biceps to your back, her nails raking across your skin.

With an impassioned cry, you haul the embattled Pentarch into the air. She gasps in shock, arms and legs wrapping around you instinctively, powerful fingers digging into your back.

You carry her across the room, her body impaled on yours, and slam her against the wall. The impact knocks the wind out of her, a cry of pain and pleasure tearing from her throat. You pin her there, your body a solid weight against hers, your hips thrusting into her with relentless, punishing rhythm. Her back arches, her body a bow drawn taut.

"Give me your seed," she demands, even as her own body betrays her, her control shattering. "Plant a daughter in my womb." Her eyes close, and she begins to meet you thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet yours, her clitoris grinding against your pubic bone with every movement.

"Goddess above," she cries out as her body convulses, a powerful orgasm wracking her frame. Powerful legs tighten their grip around you, pulling you deeper inside as her womanhood spasms around you.

With a final, powerful thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her and release, your seed flooding her womb. You cry out, your body shaking with the **** of your release.

You stay like that for a long moment, your bodies pressed together, your breathing ragged. You can feel her heart hammering against your chest, a frantic, wild rhythm.

Slowly, carefully, you lower her to her feet. Her legs are unsteady, and she stumbles, leaning against the wall for support. She looks first at you then at Lila before hobbling over to a nearby wine decanter and taking a generous swig.

"You'll sleep with us tonight," Sophia says, turning to face you fully. Her robe hangs open, your thick seed oozing from her still swollen sex and trickling down her inner thigh.

She touches herself and examines the seed-covered finger for a moment before sighing.

"It appears I may need another bath." She says, then, glancing pointedly at the seed still dripping down Lila's thigh, "And I'll not have you fouling our bed."

She turns to you, "I trust you know the way to the baths?" She asks.

"I do."

"Then go now. Lila and I will meet you there," Sophia says, her tone brooking no argument.

She turns to Lila, her expression unreadable. She reaches out, her fingers gently wiping a smear of your cum from Lila's chin. Then she leans in and kisses her, a slow, deep kiss that holds none of the **** of your joining.